Full, fat, hungry moon grinning down upon the world, Fusing the darkness, creative, flowing from the void, Silent thoughts, things unreleased to dare forth Only when the moon expends its fatness, Vanishing, its newness sizzling behind a conscious mind, Crackling whispers hidden behind moon’s gleeful grimace, Green cheese, cackles the witch, conjuring and drawing down Moonlit dreams becoming as magic blooms, Pungent Odors of Datura Blossoms, loco known Moon madness, cackling geese, haunting laughter, Madness crackles in the heart space, Yet is this lunacy or pregnancy? The way lit by Moonlight where footfalls shall not falter For imagination is born from madness glorified.